The Unruly Immortals

"Brat, you're getting a bit too cocky, don't you think? Do you really believe that just because you slaughtered a town, you're above everyone else?"

Elder Shen Benyou looked at Li Huowang standing before him, his face clearly displaying his displeasure.

His body shivered slightly, and the rusted long nails that had burrowed into his body rapidly shot out, flying towards Li Huowang.

But who would have guessed that just as the nails flew halfway, Li Huowang, who was in the midst of slitting his own throat, nimbly dodged them with his extremely agile body.

At this moment, an eerie smile spread across Li Huowang's gaunt face. He stamped his feet on the "Great Thousand Record," rushing towards the five Elders with a gust of wind.

"Protect the Elders!" Flames quickly ignited on the bodies of Shou San, Huan Jue, and the other Ao Jing Sect believers.

As they raised their hands simultaneously, the flames on their bodies, as if contagious, appeared on Li Huowang, setting his red Taoist robe ablaze.

It seemed like Li Huowang was in a dire situation, but the next second, with a slight tilt of his head, the situation reversed instantly.

Not only did the fire on Li Huowang's body go out, but their charred bodies also began to swell inexplicably.

The scorched flesh cracked open like burnt rice crusts. Fresh, deformed flesh and blood spurting from the gaps quickly extinguished much of the fire on their bodies.

Li Huowang, holding the sword in one hand, swung it down and cut the two increasingly deformed blood monsters into halves. These Ao Jing Sect followers were no match for him; dealing with them was like slicing through melons and vegetables.

"No, that's not the kid! He's been possessed; right now, it's his Demi Immortal Master, Master Danyang!"

The five Elders of the Oblivion Path realized it and quickly sat down cross-legged, starting to chant.

"He who delights, reaches the pinnacle of elegance; at the beginning of the Path, cultivating joy to completion, holding on to the chaos of festivities, to the ultimate happiness. Without the intent of joy yet finding joy in everything..."

As this voice sounded, Li Huowang laughed. He laughed not only with his mouth but also with his eyes, fingers, and every organ on his body.

With the laughter, his facial features began to loosen up somewhat.

However, the next second, Master Danyang's countermeasure came immediately.

Ethereal black clouds appeared out of nowhere and shrouded Master Danyang, gradually blocking the laughter emanating from him.

Li Huowang looked into the distance at Master Danyang struggling fiercely against the Oblivion Path.

Although the pain in his throat was unbearable, his face showed even more joy.

What he wanted was to incite mutual slaughter between Danyang and the Oblivion Path through himself, and regardless of which side died, his goal would be achieved.

"No, this isn't enough, it's still lacking!" Having said that, Li Huowang lifted a dagger and plunged it half an inch into the skin over his heart.

Gripping the handle tightly, Li Huowang gritted his teeth and trembled as he slid it downward.

Seeing this scene, the Monk Huan Jue, who had been following Li Huowang, gasped in shock and stood aside, gesturing and commenting.

"Taoist, don't do this, we can think of a solution!"

But Li Huowang didn't think so. He didn't want Master Danyang to be able to use his body to commit evils after his death.

Accompanied by a low roar, Li Huowang violently pulled downward. Bright red blood sprayed out from his chest cavity, staining the "Great Thousand Record" at his feet, making the color of the bamboo slips even more vivid.

The pain, greatly intensified along with the near evisceration injury, almost made Li Huowang faint.

But he dared not pass out. If he fainted now and woke up to find the wounds on his body healed, with Master Danyang possessing him, all his efforts would be in vain.

Master Danyang had already emerged, and there would be no next time for himself.

With a clang, the blood-stained dagger fell to the ground. Li Huowang, staggering, raised his hand and plunged it into his own wound.

"Ahhh!!" He screamed, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, as he knelt on one knee. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he hooked onto the edge of the wound and forcefully tore it open, exposing all his insides to the cold air.

"Wood Liver!"

Red tendrils crawled from the "Great Thousand Record" and burrowed in, reviving the blood-deprived liver.

More tendrils stretched out and drilled into Li Huowang's knee, burrowing deeper and deeper.

"Metal Lung!"

The tendrils on the "Great Thousand Record" grew increasingly thick.

"Earth Spleen!!"

Thunder rumbled from outside the cave, and a certain aura spread within, warping everything around Li Huowang.

To everyone present, Li Huowang appeared as a monstrous mass of blood and flesh, and the "Great Thousand Record" on the ground looked like worms writhing in parallel lines.

"Water Kidney!!" At this point, the Ao Jing Sect believers tried to rush forward to stop him, but as soon as they drew near, all copies of the "Great Thousand Record" flew towards him and spread out around Li Huowang.

Empty Li Huowang, though in terrible pain, now smiled more joyously.

It hurt so much, but he was truly happy because he was about to die. Once he was dead, he would never feel pain again, and Master Danyang could no longer control his body.

He took a deep breath, and a voice filled with anguish spewed out with the blood from his mouth.

"And the last one... Fire Heart!!"

At this moment, when "Great Thousand Record," now endowed with five visceral organs, came to life, it revived once more.

After Li Huowang had offered the most vital organ to Bahu as a sacrifice.

His body was almost nothing but a shell, and as his pupils dilated, he collapsed to the ground.

However, it was not over yet. This was not the Cangqiong Ascension to summon Bahu, but another ritual recorded in the "Great Thousand Record"—the Five Elements intercalation.

At this moment, having fulfilled his purpose, Li Huowang saw the flesh that made up the "Great Thousand Record" on the ground rapidly gather and burrow into his own hollow insides.

Before long, Li Huowang's body, previously like a torn sack, was filled once again, and it continued to overflow.

The worms moved unchecked within him, not sparing any crevice they could inhabit.

Li Huowang, staggering, stood holding his sword once more and looked down at the wriggling worms in his gaping chest cavity.

At this moment, he could feel the touch of these intestine-like worms inside him.

This sensation was incredibly strange. He felt the worms had become a part of him, and he could even sense the peculiar power contained within the worms' bodies.

He could barely distinguish whether those things were worms or a part of himself.

More importantly, Li Huowang no longer felt any pain—not in the slightest.